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"
I
can
’
t
help
it
!
I
don
’
t
run
this
show
!
"
he
snapped
.
Eddie
Willers
glanced
at
her
with
a
look
of
bitterly
patient
astonishment
,
and
stepped
closer
to
her
side
.
A
radio
receiver
was
playing
a
program
of
military
marches
broadcast
from
another
studio
,
half
-
drowning
the
fragments
of
nervous
voices
,
of
hastily
aimless
steps
,
of
screeching
machinery
being
pulled
to
focus
upon
the
drawing
-
room
set
.
"
Stay
tuned
to
hear
Mr
.
Thompson
’
s
report
on
the
world
crisis
at
eight
P
.
M
.
!
"
cried
the
martial
voice
of
an
announcer
,
from
the
radio
receiver
—
when
the
hand
on
the
dial
reached
the
hour
of
7
:
45
,
"
Step
on
it
,
boys
,
step
on
it
!
"
snapped
Mr
.
Thompson
,
while
the
radio
burst
into
another
march
.
It
was
7
:
50
when
Chick
Morrison
,
the
Morale
Conditioner
,
who
seemed
to
be
in
charge
,
cried
,
"
All
right
,
boys
and
girls
,
all
right
,
let
’
s
take
our
places
!
"
waving
a
bunch
of
notepaper
,
like
a
baton
,
toward
the
light
-
flooded
circle
of
armchairs
.
Mr
.
Thompson
thudded
down
upon
the
central
chair
,
in
the
manner
of
grabbing
a
vacant
seat
in
a
subway
.
Chick
Morrison
’
s
assistants
were
herding
the
crowd
toward
the
circle
of
light
.
"
A
happy
family
,
"
Chick
Morrison
explained
,
"
the
country
must
see
us
as
a
big
,
united
,
happy
—
What
’
s
the
matter
with
that
thing
?
"
The
radio
music
had
gone
off
abruptly
,
choking
on
an
odd
little
gasp
of
static
,
cut
in
the
middle
of
a
ringing
phrase
.
It
was
7
:
51
.
He
shrugged
and
went
on
:
"
—
happy
family
.
Hurry
up
,
boys
.
Take
close
-
ups
of
Mr
.
Thompson
,
first
.
"
